Halfway through, Qiao Jing stopped.
Zhan Qipei's brows furrowed, and disappointment filled his eyes.
After halting her actions, Qiao Jing looked towards Tang Yan.
"You do it, it's not convenient for me."
"Oh, okay." Tang Yan strode over, rolled up his sleeves to begin, then was stared down by his own boss's gaze.
Err—
After a brief moment of confusion, Tang Yan clutched his stomach.
"Hiss—no good, no good! I have a bad stomach, I need to use the restroom." Tang Yan said as he ran out, and thoughtfully shut the door behind him.
In the room, only Qiao Jing and Zhan Qipei remained.
"Hurry up and stop the bleeding for me, I'm about to... to pass out." Zhan Qipei said weakly, as if he was on his deathbed.
Seeing this, Qiao Jing did not delay any longer and quickly stripped.
Zhan Qipei's mouth curved up, lying on the bed with-body pleasure, enjoying the process of Qiao Jing treating him.
